Poem March 17, 1923 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Father, Guide Me

ANN WALLBY

Father, when earth's storms are raging,
May I never go astray;
Be my pilot, ever guiding
Through the troubled homeward way.

Father, guide me through the darkness,
Through the twilight, o'er the sea;
When the storm winds drive and blacken,
I seem far from light, and Thee.

Father, when the present vision
Is not clear enough to see
The true line of separation
Between falsity and Thee,

Father, let Thy presence cheer me,
Let Thy light shine gloriously;
In Thy holy temple hide me,
Till all mortal shadows flee.

Father, be Thou ever near me,
Ever guiding on to right;
Let Thy beacon light shine clearly,
Till the heart's true home's in sight.

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